Kitchen Chair With No-one On It (watercolour piece with sonnet) (it isn’t a sonnet)

I’ve drawn a chair 
Instead of Claire
Who seems to be
Elsewhere

Her paper’s waiting, blank and pristine
Me I'm painting cups and Christine
Peeking through the floral art
We thought we ought to make a start
In case she’s gone to yonder hills
To jump about in daffodils
Cavorting with some gypsy king
Without a care for any thing
She’ll skip back soon in tattered clothes 
As happens often when she goes
And then exclaim Oh goodness me
You’ve boiled the kettle made the tea  
And showed how you were missing me
With woeful art and poetry
I’ll say you do your picture first
And then we’ll argue whose is worst